In a small overseas country, a gaunt woman, her head wrapped tightly in a black headscarf, numbly carried a bucket into the house.
As soon as I opened the door, a loud slap landed on my face.
"You slut, look at your unlucky face!"
The woman stumbled and fell to the ground after being hit, her headscarf falling off her face. It was Su Meifang, who had been missing for a long time.
A little girl nearby rushed over and hugged Su Meifang, looking timidly at her father who reeked of alcohol.
Su Meifang seemed numb, skillfully pushing the little girl behind her. Sure enough, the next second, the big leather shoe stepped on her.
After venting his anger, the man staggered away. Su Meifang got up in a daze and gently coaxed the little girl.
She regretted it, she regretted it so much...
Her brother had clearly planned out her life, but she was unwilling to go to the countryside and ran away with staff from the Iranian embassy in China.
He clearly stated that Iran is an open and democratic place where women also have the right to vote, and that the streets are filled with scenes from Hong Kong and Taiwan cinemas: miniskirts, tank tops, hot pants, beauty pageants, fashion, and luxury.
Thinking she had nowhere to go in China, she followed her husband to Iran with high hopes. However, upon arrival, she encountered a coup. Because she did not bring the black burqa, a traditional Muslim woman's robe, she was nearly shot dead at the airport.
Women here have a pitifully low status, and the law treats them even more harshly. Without her husband's permission, she can't even go out.
Her gentle and affectionate husband seemed to have changed completely after arriving here. He drank heavily all day and beat her from time to time.
She longed to go home; she was willing to listen to her brother and go to the countryside as an educated youth...
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